Billionaire's Secret Lover

However, the president of Beiming didn't lie. According to Mingke's long experience, this man It's not that easy to be satisfied.

"Blow dry your hair and lie down for me." Beiming night went back to the bathroom, took out the air duct, handed it to her, then turned and walked back to the bathroom, took a bath again.

Her name can take up the hair dryer, is about to open, outside the door, Xia Qianjin knock on the door again: "night brother, I know you didn't sleep, you let me in, I just want to come in to see you."

Mingke was stunned and blinked. His eyes slowly moved to the closed door.

The door is too thick and the wall is strong enough. If Xia Qianjin doesn't talk against the door, she thinks, she can't hear what she is saying.

Without waiting for her reaction, Xia Qianjin's voice came from outside: "brother ye, why don't you let me in, Wuwu, you can't do this to me, you do this to me, I I'm sorry... "

The voice behind is getting lower and lower, so that the name can't be heard at all.

The door is so thick, as long as Xia Qianjin's voice is light, she can't hear it.

However, the voice may not be heard, but the knock never stops. Even if it stops occasionally for two seconds, then it will be knocked again.

Even Meng Qi had to admire Xia Qianjin's endurance. He thought that the pampered watch girl would go back to her room to have a rest if she couldn't get her husband's response for a few minutes at most.

But unexpectedly, she knocked here for nearly an hour.

Mingke's voice was very light and thin. He could hardly hear clearly. He was beside Xia Qianjin, but he could hear every word clearly.

Xia Qianjin's voice is not small at all. It's so loud on the second floor that she can hear her voice in the whole corridor. After calling for so long, she is still full of breath. It's not like her usual soft and weak appearance that she will fall down when the wind blows.

However, after working hard for such a long time, Mr. Zhang still hardened his heart and completely ignored her. Meng Qi also deeply realized Mr. Zhang's ruthlessness once again.

Xia Qianjin is still knocking at the door. Her character is like this. It's not that she is really patient, but that the more things she can't get, the more she wants to get.

Maybe it's the same for Beiming night, just because I can't get it, so I always want to get his pity.

Mingke just listened to the knock on the door, still holding the hair dryer in his hand, but he didn't dare to open it, for fear that his voice would disturb the people outside.

She did not forget what Beiming night had said, Xia Qianjin is not terrible, but the person behind her called Huolang comes from the special forces, is a very terrible person, such a person she asked herself is not provoking.

So, when Beiming night came out of the bathroom, she was sitting on the bed with a hair dryer.

He walked over and threw the towel to one side and looked down at her: "I asked you to blow dry your hair? What are you doing here? "

Mingke subconsciously raised his index finger and put it between his two thin lips. He didn't react for a moment, but made a silent move to him.

The North night picked to pick eyebrow, the side head vision swept one eye toward the door, and listened to the knock sound outside the door, his eyes flickered, sat down in the bedside, swept a name can one eye, with not salty tone said: "blow my hair."

Who dares not to be obedient? There is no line in the air duct. It has its own power supply. She turns on the air duct and blows it for him. The sound is not small. People outside can hear it.

Sure enough, she just gave him a blow, not long, outside the sound of Xia Qianjin knocking on the door stopped, but also just stopped for a few seconds, then began a new round of efforts.

The knock on the door was louder than just now, and her voice was louder than just now: "brother ye, why don't you let me in? Is there something wrong with me that makes you angry? Night brother, you let me in, I can explain

Beiming night did not speak, casually brought a magazine on the bedside table, and slowly read it.

He didn't speak, but naturally he didn't say his name. He just blew his hair at ease. It wasn't long before she dried his short hair.

She turned off the hair dryer and looked at him, her voice lightened consciously: "Sir, all right."

"Your hair is still wet." He didn't even turn his head back. He leaned on the head of the bed, bent his long, perfect legs, spread the magazine on it and continued to read.

Mingke looked at him and then at the door. The knock was still coming, and Xia Qianjin was crying.

She has some helplessness. I really can't figure out why she still has so much willpower to continue to knock. Is Miss Qianjin like this?

In her eyes, it was boring and meaningless. She didn't think that Beiming night would pity her because she continued to knock on the door.

Then he secretly glanced at Beiming night. As expected, he didn't change his look. He looked at his magazine safely, and was not affected by Xia Qianjin at all.

She collected the spirit, and finally gathered her mind, opened the hair dryer to blow her long hair.Before long, a long hair blow almost, she just turned off the hair dryer, is going to go back to the bathroom to put it, Beiming night, but suddenly sat up straight body, big palm a fished, fished her back.

The hair dryer is in Mingke's hand. He takes it and throws it aside. He turns over and presses her down.

Mingke put her hands on his chest and her bright eyes blinked slightly. She said softly, "you Don't you want her to know I'm here? "

When he came up, he asked her to come up on the excuse of helping Tang Feifei get things. He locked the door, because he didn't want Xia Qianjin to come in and see her here.

But if you're here with him at this time

She blushed and her voice was very light, but Beiming night heard clearly: "Sir, you I'm afraid I'll I... "

She shook her lips. She couldn't speak at all. Her face turned red.

"You're afraid you're barking too loud, so she'll know you're here?" In the night of the northern underworld, her eyes shine evil light, and her small face and talking eyes are reflected.

Long finger across her face, he said with a smile: "then you can't help but kiss me when you want to cry, I help you swallow the cry into your stomach."

"You..." Before she had finished, he had bowed his head and captured her two thin lips.

Mingke finally compromised because he knew that once the man decided something, he could not stop it.

She was also very obedient. When she was about to lose control, she stretched out her hand to pull his head down, raised her chin, and then kissed him. As expected, Beiming night swallowed all her calls.

It's a magical feeling. It's so amazing that at the end of the day, I feel like I'm living in a dream. It's just a dream of her and Beiming night.

In that dream, they had a tacit understanding and Evil and mischievous.